Pillars of the community.
Friends, Victims, Vigilantes.
They're trawling the newspapers, the world wide web, hunting for people that the world can do without.
But there's no night class for that, no certificate to say you're getting it right.
They might be making mistakes, they just don't know.
Either way, they're in over their heads.
She's got a new man in her life. She's prepared to put up with just about anything, just as long as he doesn't ask her to dinner.
Eating's not really Lizzie's thing you see.
Detectives Phillips and Mullins. 50 years on the force combined, been there, seen it, got the T Shirt.
You'd think so wouldn't you?
But now there's people turning up dead on their patch.
Strange murders . . . you should see how strange!
And the victims? They all had a rap sheet - nasty pieces of work, all of them - crimes against kids, sick, would turn your guts.
And on top of all that, some boy's been abducted from the local school, snatched right off the street, looks bad.
Surely someone must have seen something . . .